I was born to write
Yes, it’s my birth right
As I grasp my pen and ink overflows, my paper is suffocating
As my hand struggles to live up to my expectation
What happened to education
Oh I am lost in confusion
I hope this is all just a misinterpretation
Whatever happened to inspiration? Motivation?
Lets blame it on the television
And these words come alive in a lyrical form
And thats how I know it’s not just a poem
But a beat of life
As these words flow in riddles
My mind untwists misunderstood concepts
These concepts create a rhythmic movement from my mind effortlessly
Ever so free
This is not to make sense
I’m an entertainer
Let each line be a lesson
Let me give you a reason
To listen.
Born to Write
Sun Fly
An insect flying at night time
searching for light
gets trapped in a light bulb cover.
Suddenly it’s searching for something else other
than what it initially sought.
It longs for the dark again,
but it fears that too.
And so it rests… doesn’t move.
Too cursed to think,
and the body immobilised by exhaustion and imprisonment:
it accepts –
as if to say: ‘OK, I lose’.
It even forgets it once could fly
and just waits to die.
Written by: Heath Muchena
Sunset.
Seated at the seaside at sunset
sent a chill down my spine
multitudes of sea gulls flapped
their pure white wings in the air
their wild cry penetrated through the air
waves lashed onto the rock
which sent foamy bubbles on to my feet
and as the sun set
myriad of colours spread across the sea
which burnt like a ball of fire.
Still Searchin’
A cynic in my youth
Profusely searching for the truth
Wouldn’t believe without any proof
I concluded that everything was untrue
Soon addicted to feeling blue
Ooh the crazy things that I would do
Made me look like an ignorant fool
Oh but the world did not have a clue
That like them, I too
Was subjected to a reality so cruel
So harsh it broke me in two
Things went from bad to worse
Money disappeared from my purse
“It’s because you don’t tithe “, said the church
There they go again, looking down on me like I’m dirt
Thinking the only way to ‘save’ is to hurt
And to pierce the heart with judgmental words
Alienating the Spirit with their curbs
‘Causing separation through ideas they birthed
From their mind into a perplexed earth
While they shun all attempts to search
For the truth. The truth was sent to its grave, it traveled by hearse
Confusion reigned in the mind of this lost
Girl. Every night I’d turn and toss
Couldn’t comprehend: Blood shed for a cost?
Wandering around, where do I go Boss?
Kingdom Hall, Cathedral or Mosque?
Searching, searching not for the truth, but a box
Somewhere to hide while I detox
Remove all the toxins – a much welcomed loss
Of appetite for poisonous talks
I want to take off my shoes, take long walks
After my period of hibernation to get rid of this albatross.
The road to recovery will not be instant
It take wisdom, patience and persistence
To appreciate the journey, spread the word, make a difference.
I’m still searchin’
Learning
Living and loving
Passive Power
Load, aim and fire.
Shoot out of the barrel that confined you.
Lead you are. Leader you will be.
Asphyxiate my being to immense pressure.
Explode out whilst you implode in.
Fly.
Flying out of the barrel of violence that I was so long a part of.
Flip the magazine.
See the image of perfection tattered on its firing range.
Ruffle the whiskers of the tame lion that you will soon emulate.
Possessing the potential to leave an impact.
A wound on the warrior of war.
Yet you roll over in a solid state.
Afraid to stretch the frequency of your voice into a roar.
Think.
Stop.
Passive are you not? Why then both?
Rise. You must to load, aim and fire.
Shoot out of the barrel.
I am your gun and you are the lead bullet.
IT NEVER HAS BEEN EASY
IT NEVER HAS BEEN EASY
BUT FAITH HELPED US TO KEEP BELIEVING
THAT WHATEVER HAPPENED
GOD WAS THERE TO GIVE US A REASON TO HOPE.
IT IS BECAUSE OF THE LOVE HE HAS
AND HIS HEART THAT HE HAS REVEALED TO US
THAT MADE IT POSSIBLE TO BELIEVE
THE PROMISES THAT HE MADE HE WILL MAKE COME TRUE.
WE MUST ACT UPON HIS PROMISES
BY DOING WHAT MUST BE DONE
AND THEN LEAVE IT IN GOD’S HANDS
TO ALLOW GOD TO SHOW US HE CAN DO WHAT HE PROMISED.
IT IS IN THE TIME THAT WE ARE WAITING
THAT WE GET A BETTER UNDERSTANDING
OF WHAT HE HAS DONE IN THE PAST
TO HELP US WHEN WE CAN’T UNDERSTAND WHAT HE DOES NOW.
GOD IS AT WORK IN OUR LIFE’S
BECAUSE HE KNOWS WHAT HE WANTS TO DO
WITH OUR DIFFICULTIES AND STRUGGLES
SO THAT WE CAN LIVE LIFE TO THE FULL.
Fatigue
Come suck the life out of me, my being and soul set free.
Let me live within a secular realm, the armour of distress has me at its helm.
No spirit within the teary pits of my eyes, void of all reaction and truth as its lies.
Educated segregated and the fools celebrated.
Pleased with being teased and my pleas propagated.
Lying on a bed of roses and stains of blood.
Judgement Day is looming with its fiery flood.
Get some enigma to a danger intrigue,
Tales of my villainy within my fatigue.
Paralysed by my own eerie silence, morally illegal life driving has no license.
My inner sins I need to get some penance, my pity party now has a high attendance.
Taken and reciprocated every judgement, of me and now I appeal for God’s atonement.
For my repentance this is my moment, mental parliament’s so fly it is an owl government
Smart puns are in colloquial terms called punch lines.
Because it is lyrical mutilation with battle rhymes.
Wearing big watches because I have risked the big time.
Straightening shows at narrow mindsets that are called crooked crimes.
Get some stigma for conforming’s intrigue,
Stories of my wicked fatigue.
For You
Many a thing sets this day apart
You unleashed the wonders of a woman’s heart
Through the mirrors of your eyes
You showed more than you could ever say
A peek into your soul, your eyes begged me to stay
And be a lingering part of a life unfulfilled
I did more than that, I made you my world
Your brilliance, your passion, your promising smile
I embrace it all, even just for while
A man amongst men, that’s no idle words
As only a man could make me see my worth
I do so much more than make you my world,
I’m living my life and for you, that’s a just reward
Lintletse
The sun –
This morning rose glistening with ecstasy.
In that pure blue, yet, the storms brew.
Just as still water runs deep,
In quite nights under my breath death I could feel creep, beneath my skin the battle I could feel waging,
In silent spaces words rush to my ear causing a bout as they come crushing against my skull,
Perhaps what my world needs is the tenderness in you voice, or,
Perhaps it’s just my centre that can no longer hold.
Walls of my minds dome are caving in,
Smooth edges of my soul have turned rigid,
Solace I now seek from a thousand different faces and places I’ve never been.
I am left alone without a home;
Without a mother’s love, and,
Laughter has become a memory,
My summer days have grown cold, and,
Pictures of you are beginning to fade, yeah,
Love is not as sweet without you.
I wish I was told how life could prove to be so cold.
Happiness has deserted me,
You left for the heavens in the break of my dawn and since then I forgot how to smile,
I stand nude and the only thing I wear is a frown,
In the sea of human faces I’m left to drown,
Never did I know how life could prove so cruel.
Food had in loneliness is not a meal,
Just as a house that stands alone is not a home.
Rest well sunshine to my universe –
You were a blessing and a best friend,
A part of me will forever miss you.
How I wish the creator missed me more than he needed you.
